Chapter 13 There are Many Women

Lilian gritted her teeth, mustering her courage and said to the phone, "Uncle, I'm dealing with a big news story and it's not convenient for me to make a phone call right now. Please go ahead to and sleep. Don't wait up for me. I'll come back home later."

After saying that, Lilian hurriedly hung up the phone, afraid that her uncle would sense something was wrong.

"You're quick at telling lies," Vincenzo sneered contemptuously.

"Vincenzo, you can't do this," Lilian's face turned flushed. She resisted his teasing and turned around, speaking seriously, "Let's have a proper talkserious conversation. You shouldn't interfere... Let’s agree to not We won't meddle in each other's private lives or associate with people we know, alright?"

She wanted to directly tell him not to enter her life, but this arrogant man definitely wouldn't be pleased. She could only be tactful in hopes to not embarrass him... She had given him enough face.

*Not meddling in each other's private lives?* *She would never want to meddle with the mob.*

*Not associating with **people**people,* *we know?*

Vincenzo's hands were still wrapped around her, his eyes coldly watching her, emitting a hint of angry flames.

He had already investigated her life thoroughly. It was as simple as a blank sheet of paper, with her life revolving around the magazine, and her home.

*What part of it couldn't he meddle in?*

*Or**, **...* *was Vincenzo embarrassing her?*

"Lilian." Vincenzo suddenly lowered his head, approaching her face.

Lilian's heart sank, and she instinctively took a step back. Vincenzo moved closer, and Lilian found herself pressed against the edge of the table, with no way to retreat.

She realized that she might have angered this lion again.

"’Slap.’"

Sure enough, Vincenzo forcefully threw her handbag to the ground, letting the scatteredall of its contents scatter items fall to onto the floor.

His face was ominously dark.

Lilian had a vague sense of foreboding and was hesitating whether to surrender or not when Vincenzo interrupted her train of thought.

His thin lips had already opened, "Just with the three words Vincenzo, there are plenty of women jumping onto my bed!"

"..."

"Let your Uuncle know our arraignment, and he will definitely beg you to climb onto into my bed!"

*Implicitly, she**She* *should know her place.*

Lilian wanted to beg for mercy, but when she heard him describe her beloved uncle in such a way, she couldn't help but retort, "Don't use your despicable worldview to define others!"

Her uncle was not a vain person.

Not only did her uncle have to support a pair of twins, her younger cousins and cousin, to study abroad, but he also insisted on adopting her and taking care of her himself under the influence of his profit-seeking wife's crying, shouting, and threatening to commit suicide. Otherwise, ... she would have long been sent to an orphanage.

Her uncle treated her well, no one could say anything bad about her unclehim., no one could.

*Despicable?*

SVery well, she used another disgusting term to describe him.

Vincenzo pressed her back against himself, his mocking gaze falling on the bright love marks on her chest, word by word, "Lilian, don't pretend to be noble. If you were noble, you wouldn't be lying under me, moaning so beautifully."

He spoke directly and explicitly.

With just one sentence, he completely shattered her.

Lilian's face turned pale inch by inch, and she couldn't think of a word to retort.

*He was right, if she were noble, **if she were noble, **she wouldn't have been forcibly violated by him and **yet **s**s**till ch**o**ose to stay* *and be**, still chose to be* *his mistress.**..*

*She was simply... a shameless woman.*

"Yes, I am as despicable as you are." After a long time, Lilian sarcastically forced out a smile, "But my Uuncle is a good person. If he found out that I became someone else's mistress, he would be sad and heartbroken."

Vincenzo's face still had a disdainful mockery.

With a pale face, Lilian added, "As long as you don't let him know, I can obediently stay with you until you get tired of me."

This was her bottom line... sShe had already reached this point and didn't want her uncle to worry and or be sad for her.

*Her pale face caused a lump in his chest.*

*She didn't even point at his nose and curse.**..*

*She even said she would obediently stay until he grew tired of her.*

Suddenly, Vincenzo inexplicably lost his anger and was overtaken by a different kind of annoyance. He hated how she degraded herself, even more than she he hated him her cursing at herhim.

"Fine, then fulfill your duty." Vincenzo resolutely dropped his words and carried her on his shoulders towards the room.

Lilian stared blankly at the ground, as she sold her body to the devil and threw away her pride... sShe didn't know if in her lifetime, she would ever be able to pick it back up.

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In the morning, Lilian poked her head out from under the warm blanket and glanced at the clock on the bedside. She once again missed her work time and didn't know how franticpanicky her uncle would be.

She tried to sit up and put on her clothes, but she felt like her entire body was falling apart.

Lilian couldn't understand where Vincenzo got his energy from.

As the prestigious Mafia King president of theE.S Asia-Pacific region, he was busy with work all the time. Yet, he still had such stamina in bed, she...

I am unable to withstand any resistance, completely paralyzed and at his mercy in bed.

Chapter 14: What kind of woman is she now?

*How did she fall asleep last night?*

*It seemed that before she fell into a deep sleep, his energy was still good, showing no signs of wanting to sleep.**..*

*Vincenzo* *was a**, this* *deviant man!*

Lilian cursed silently in her heart as she tried to get up. Suddenly, an arm pressed down on her chest, pushing her back onto the bed.

Lilian turned her head to take a look and saw Vincenzo sleeping next to her, his arm stretched across her body.

The blanket slid onto his naked, muscular back. His face was tilted towards her, his short hair slightly messy, partially covering his forehead. Below his well-defined eyebrows, his shallow eyes were closed, casting a light shadow under his long lashes. A pair of thin lips rested under his high nose bridge.